I was crafty yesterday.

Waitress was cleaning out our summerhouse where we like to hang out in various hayboxes, the dog bed, my man cave and Katrijn’s boudoir. We had made our usual sterling contribution by filling our extra large litter tray – it fetches a high price in the Bunnington Post Bespoke Fertiliser Shop.

Our Bunnington Post Bespoke Fertiliser is subject to strict quality controls

It is very satisfactory to see that it takes our staff 45 minutes to make our home presentable again. We like to help them (read: supervise their hapless efforts at interior design).

I digress.

Waitress thought she was clever by letting me and my Katrijn have the run of the garden. Thought it would distract us enough to go slack on the supervision! Well, it did, I have to give it to her.

While she was busy weighing up and bagging our precious produce for sale and installing  stylish new hayboxes, Katrijn and I romped around the garden in the weak winter sunshine.


Now, this garden is new to us and full of unknown stuff, so we have a lot of work to do. We also know it worries our staff because various things grow in this garden that do not agree with us, delicate creatures that we are.

poisonous plants for rabbits
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Anyway, me and Katrijn were having an excellent time doing laps and chinning things while occasionally running into the summerhouse to pay waitress a surprise visit.

Appearing when they least expect it does wonders for standards in service delivery.

Katrijn enjoys lawns in particular, because of the low risk of mane-entanglement while bunsploring. She’ll join me in flowerbeds and likes me to clear the way for her first. Of course, being the gentlebun here I am very happy to oblige.

I was making some excellent progress chewing through vines and and twigs underneath the blue corner seat, which Katrijn and I have chosen for our summer love nest, when I noticed waitress wearing her concerned expression.

I immediately lay down and started panting.


She frowned. She looked at me for a while and walked off again.

I upped my game, and crawled under the blue seat where I lay down again to repeat my performance.


I added some extra drama by crawling and turning on my belly and stretching out in my hideout for about 15 minutes. All this was a bit wet and mushy of course but a small price to pay; besides, I’d been doing the Bunny 500 just minutes before so I was kinda hot and bothered anyway.

Now waitress was truly shaken. She mumbled something about evergreens, delphiniums and nightshades, and then she took the bait: she got on her knees and picked me up from my little nest, just as it was getting nice and warm. She put me down in a very fragrant, fresh hay box.

I decided to play one more trick on her.

I stayed still. Reader, it was hard to resist the urge to dig into all that lush hay that was caressing my sides and sending tempting waves of eau de hay to my nostrils, but I did it. I sat and put on my most pitiful stare and then…

I refused a treat she waved under my nose.

Now she galloped off into the house where I could see her looking for the telephone.

She was going to ring the VET.

That’s when I decided it was time to draw a line under my prank. Nobody messes with a vet.

I ran outside and started chasing Katrijn.

Katrijn started chasing me.

We invaded Bouffe’s favourite flowerbed.


Waitress came into the garden, looking astonished.

We mobbed her for treats.

Waitress beat a retreat.


– The End –




  1. Well, I think it wasn’t very nice of Haas to scare the poor waitress like that. She does so much for you (think of that nice clean hay box filled with delicious hay). I think you should eat double treats to make amends.


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